Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Pizza

PIZZA

“Momma Mia”
Name of a pizza parlor
No bowling alleys
No pool tables
Just pizza
“We don’t deliver”
Sign above the counter
These old white tables
Checkered table cloths cover the dents
Wobbly white chairs
Joe Biscarelli
Owner of Momma Mia
Joe don’t say much
Let’s pizza speak for itself
Maria Biscarelli
Joe’s wife
Momma Mia pizza is terrible
Joe don’t care
Maria don’t give a damn
Hey! You don’t like Momma Mia pizza?
You ever hear of the Don – Luigi Biscarelli?
Thatsa Joe’s brother
You don’t like the pizza?
Betta shutta you mouth!

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Michelle Mac Donald September 30, 2011 at 11:41 AM Hey Daver! If the world were flat, would it look like a pizza? Joe Bacarelli does the walk and knows the talk when it comes to pizza...si? The most delicious & authentic pies are found in these vintage parlors? Thank you for sharing a slice with us! Best to you and yours...Love, Mikki

Kabuteng P.Ink K. September 20, 2011 at 3:02 PM This got me smiling, Daver :) and ok, ok I like, no make that LOVE Momma Mia pizza heehee-- seriously I Love pizza, tummy grumbling now--- I hope all is well with you Daver :) I try to drop by here and there :) -- this is me, nikko btw :D

Sara Kendrick September 5, 2011 at 2:13 PM Cute one..Can anyone ruin pizza?..Sara

Robert A. Dufresne August 29, 2011 at 9:21 AM This is funny. I can picture the whole thing. got me chuckling this morning. Thanks

Andrea Dietrich August 20, 2011 at 11:29 AM daver, just saw you commenting to James, who is on a little vacation too, and thought I would check on you. I can't believe I missed a pizza poem of yours. LOVE IT!! HOpe you are well. Luv, Andrea

Carolyn Devonshire August 19, 2011 at 3:45 PM Daver, I saw your comment on James Foulk's poem and want you to know I am praying for your health, especially your vision problems. Don't spend too much time on the computer until you're feeling better, okay? Love you (and miss you of course), Carolyn

Nette Onclaud August 19, 2011 at 1:37 PM sumptuous offering, dave.. how are you? it;s been a while.. greattt work, so alive! :) huggs, nette

Connie Marcum Wong August 16, 2011 at 5:47 AM Great writing daver. (soup mail)

Carolyn Devonshire August 9, 2011 at 3:17 PM How did I miss this one, Daver? Gosh, it reminds me of the old-time pizza places in New York city. Like the way you used the Italian accent as well. I will try to avoid irritation Luigi Biscarelli at all cost!! Wish I could visit NY now to get one of these old pizzas. Great nostalgia mixed with humor, my friend. Love, Carolyn

Zzzzz Zzzzz August 7, 2011 at 3:08 PM Entertaining and amusing write. With a brother like that I think we'd all better say we like Joe's pizza!

August 6, 2011 at 11:17 PM What's not to like about pizza. Maybe Momma Mia needs lessons from Papa John's. Just kidding. Enjoyed your poem. Karen

James Foulk August 6, 2011 at 9:54 PM Momma Mia, is what i always use to say as a teenager. love pizza, and this poem. sorry I have not read any of your stuff for a while, but i hurt my back almost a month ago, it still hurts, but not as bad as it was.

Poet Destroyer A August 5, 2011 at 12:50 AM ooo ! "momma mia" i leave for a few weeks~ I come back and you are serving pizza. lol.... ~Hey! You don’t like Momma Mia pizza?~ I enjoyed your poem Daver, glad to be back I hope. You are doing well! **p.d.

Elaine George August 4, 2011 at 5:15 PM Love the dialect in this Daver. Lainie.

Dr.Ram Mehta August 3, 2011 at 8:57 PM Just enjoyed the flowing humor, daver

Doris Culverhouse August 2, 2011 at 6:53 PM funny.... we have a place like that here. the owner about hit a man for fussing about his slowness to cook.

James Peranteau August 2, 2011 at 1:19 PM ey...this write was posted twice, what, is this a repeat ad? ! *smiles* later my friend ! Daver Austin August 2, 2011 at 4:57 PM Hey! The Don, Luigi, lika dis poem a lot. You betta watcha you ass

Elizabeth Wesley August 1, 2011 at 9:28 PM Wonderful Daver, the last two lines say it all. Maybe I could have a slice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 1, 2011 at 11:08 AM haha... a wonderful linguistic journey into the Italian Pizzaria..haha..all too true luv..someone is always related to one DON or other..haha.. a family society..its in the blood line.. terrific flavor from Daver...now what is my couz Joey Merlino's phone number again??? haha..good one..lluv..